There was a connection. We set up a meeting place at the Starbucks in Downtown.Our meeting went well and we decided I would host. He asked if I had ...any porn. I replied yes. “Are you looking for actual movies or pictures?” I continued, “I have pictures of my wife,” as I explained our bedroom lifestyle of her having an extramarital lover.He seemed intrigued by the idea. I verbally described her to him and he was very interested of us being naked with images of her as our entertainment. We. Max kissed me, muffling my moans with his mouth. When I was done he released my leg, pulled out of me and let me fall on my back. He knelt over my body and began jerking his cock and spilling his seed over my chest, my thighs, my belly and finally one last squirt over my face. Oddly it felt like some kind of ritualistic anointing. I didn’t rush to wash it off or wipe it off my body. Instead I just lay there with my eyes closed letting it dry into my skin. I could sense him still looming above. I direct my discreet but expressive signals towards him, the movements of my mouth in such manner, the playful move of my tongue, my sensual smoking and drinking, the slow and delicate motions of my hips and ass, from time to time rubbing my bare pussy against the hard, cool wood of the bar stool, I almost, unnoticeable to the rest of the crowd, squirmed a little, just for him to wonder; my straight killer stares directed at him from time to time between little flirtations with other men just. She had no will to fight him anymore and she just didnt feel the need to fight him anymore. Her body had completely betrayed her as she she felt her cunt juices slid down her leg and her nipples harden. She was so horney it hurt. She just wanted to be fucked so bad that she didnt even care anymore that she had been kidnapped. All she wanted was for someone to fuck her. Her horniness only intensified when she imagined what she must look like. Crawling out in the open covered in cum with a.